Prologue: In Memoriam
Harry Potter opened his jaded eyes to the dawning of a truly tragic era, after the un-defeat of Lord Voldemort. Downcast, his gaze traveled through the decrepit landscape, the aftermath of sound destruction.
He paced toward the lifeless forms of his fallen comrades, heaped in grotesque positions with horror marred upon their faces – the last emotion emitted in untimely death.
Dry with grief and forlorn regret, Harry swallowed nonexistent moisture down his throat as he approached Ron and Hermione, their bodies already set in stages of rigor mortis. They had fallen together, each watching the other's back, aiding Harry's fated mission – to defeat the Dark Lord. Luck had not prevailed, resulting in their doomed end, for the sudden appearance of Bellatrix Lestrange yielded Hermione immobile in damning fear – fear that rendered her unable to cast spells quick enough to counter Lestrange's dark curses. Ron, in attempt to shield Hermione, pushed her out of harm's way and took the Killing Curse in her place. However, his sacrifice was not made with haste, but rather with a shocked and delayed instinct to protect his dear friend. Hermione was not pushed unscathed; she too, took the full blast of a deadly Sectumsempra to her failing heart.
Harry grimaced in memory of their almost simultaneous deaths.
The abandoned battlefield showcased the gore and glory of Voldemort's cruel victory.
All that was left was the coward, the boy-who-did-not-die, Harry James Potter.
A/N: Well, this is my second dabble in Harry Potter fanfiction...so how is it? =D